EVA LEVESQUE
“Faye,” I softly said, “what are you doing here?”
She raised her brows and did not even spare me a glance. She held her head high and crossed her arms and scanned the girls from head to toe.
“Who even are you?” the girl with gum in her mouth looked like she was a cow chewing grass. She mirrored Faye and crossed her arms as well.
“The one who will rip your hair out of your scalp if you test me one more time,” she bellowed. The girls looked at each other and laughed.
“Why? Do you think we’re scared of you?” the girl in the center mocked, “you should be the once scared of us, you don’t know us!”
The way she spoke like she was entitled to gain respect and fear made me roll my eyes. I’m not even scared of her, I’m just plain annoyed. I do not even know what class these girl
